Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

A few days after returning to the king's city from the expedition, Dolino came to a certain section enclosed by a ridge, south of the king's capital.

Flower streets - Ordine flowers, kingdom vices, adult playgrounds.

It was still crowded with many people tonight.

Taverns serving various types of sake, stages of songs and dances throughout the night, shops where you can gamble with dice and cards up to a certain amount of money, and shops where men and women in gorgeous outfits drink--

At the end of the narrow building, the light of the magic lantern swayed brightly.

Talk to the guests, laughter from the store, and the voices of people who seem to be quarrelling somewhere.

They mingled and sounded like distinct singing voices.

Those who go in and out are mixed with those who wear masks.

Since hanazono no longer has carriages in the evening, nobles, known merchants with faces, and those who want to hide their identities often wear masks in front of the blocks.

Dorino also wore a black mask just for his eyes.

This is because there is a possibility that the aristocrats will become aristocratic, so they will not be able to grab the customer's arm.

Then, without turning to the shops lining up on the left and right, I went down the road quickly.

Behind the Hanazono, a large four-story hall with magic lanterns that shine pale red light at the ends of the hall was lined up at equal intervals.

The Hall of the Nocturnal Darkness - This is a shop that has a reputation for a bit of good wine, good food, and good listening and talking.

Shishiku is a group of people who drink from time to time and spend the night together.

In the evening hall, there are both men's and women's drinkers, and there is a certain range in age.

When I removed the mask in front of the entrance, one of the doors opened the door.

Dolinos walked into it with his familiar footsteps.

On the first floor, there is a reception desk and a spacious room without a door. It's a place where people can enjoy drinks, food, and conversation.

There was still a buzzing laughter from the back today.

"Welcome to the Hall of Night and Darkness." I've been waiting for you. "

Standing in front of the reception counter, I was often smiled at by the usual men.

I can only come twice a month, but I remember because of every reservation.

"The promisee is in the room. Would you like some food and alcohol?"

"It's up to you, just let her do what she likes."

Put one gold and three silver coins on the tray.

The man replied that he did not look at the coin on the desk and accepted it.

The Knights of the Royal Castle's monster crusade was well paid.

In addition, Red Armor (Scarlet Armor) adds a gold coin as a danger bonus.

Still, this Midnight House isn't a casual place to come to.

It's a lot more expensive than other shisha shops.

But there is a reason for this.

It's expensive because there are people who are good at talking and listening--that's what I'm complaining about.

In fact, there is no talk from the drinkers here.

It seems that he has made such a contract by magic that he never leaks what he has been told by his customers to anyone else.

Dolino was taught about it by a senior member of the Monster Crusade.

Therefore, nobles, merchants, and those who cannot say what they want to say, but cannot say what they want to say around them, are often used by customers for such reasons.

Dolino goes up the stairs with the young guide to the top four floors.

The drinkers who pass by on the stairs are gorgeous outfits for both men and women, and each of them is beautiful.

However, Dolino only spends time with one woman in this shop.

"That's fine." I think she was much more drunk when she went down the stairs, so please accompany her. "

"Thank you, I appreciate your concern."

The bowed guide quickly went down the stairs.

When I went up to the third floor, there was a man with no footprints. I think it might be drinking from the outfit, but I think I drank too much from the strong smell of alcohol.

I prayed that the Conductor would accompany me before I rolled down the stairs.

The corridor above the second floor was dark in the darkness hall, and the faces of those who walked a little further away could only be seen blurry.

Nevertheless, Dolino got used to the night and headed to Fabiola's room.

The deepest door in the hallway was slightly opened - apparently it was covered with a customer.

That's why this month, three gold coins is fine, Fabiola.

Isn't that enough?

But six is too many.

"Well, if it's for you. I am as quick as I can work. Don't worry about Mayna."

"--Okay, I'll take it out of hand."

Fabiola's very friendly tone, her care, and the person to whom she gives the gold-

The back of my chest hurts.

I don't want to admit it the best, but maybe it's a "good friend" or her "good man" or something like that.

See you again, my voice echoes, and a man with chestnut hair comes out of the door.

When Dolino turns his back on the shirt, he pretends to fix the collar of the shirt in front of the next room.

Walking on his back, he went straight down the stairs.

Honestly, it's very difficult to get into Fabiola's room in this condition.

But somehow, I put myself in front of the door and put my finger on it, trying to knock.

At that moment, the door opened vigorously.

"Welcome, Dolino!"

A blonde beauty laughs at her as if she had been waiting for her.

White skin like pottery, bright blue eyes, puffy lips colored with red lipstick. The blonde hair up to the waist is gracefully wavy, and every time it moves, it smells of sweet flowers.

Dresses in the same colour as lipsticks are simple, but they draw sensual lines thanks to their distinct style.

While leaving a girlish atmosphere somewhere, she is a beautiful adult woman.

Fabiola - All Dorino knows is his name.

I don't even know that name.

"Long time no see. How are you, Fabiola?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Was Dolino busy?"

Oh, I was a little busy with the crusade of the Rocky Mountain Snake.

Thanks to all my black-haired friends, I was only able to dismantle it.

Iwayama Snake is a snake monster, isn't it? Don't you get caught up in it? "

Dolino enters the room, answering what Fabiola asks him.

I was already familiar with it, like a room in a luxury apartment.

Unfamiliar is the bowl on the table. The green buds that are popping out are cute.

"A friend of mine who works at a florist gave me a bulb." I don't know what's blooming, but it's a spring flower. "

Fabiola held the bowl with both hands and carried it to the top of the shelf near the wall.

I don't know what flower it is, but I think it's very important.

The bowl might have been sent by the man I saw earlier, I think.

"The friend who brought it to me was a friend from the Transportation Guild before - didn't you miss him?" "Boy with chestnut hair"

"Ahh... there were people passing by, but I thought they were guests from a nearby room, so I didn't want to look them in the face."

I was told first that I wanted to not ask, and I let it go as far as I could.

Still, I managed to get back to you.

"I grew up in the same ambulance. I collected donations from graduates for the renovation of the emergency hospital -- the rain was repaired with last year's donation, but the building itself is old, so the floor of the director's office flexes when I walk."

The words of the senior knight of the Monster Crusade came back to her soft voice.

"There are many reasons such as having a sick family member, debts for medicines, being from an emergency hospital, and needing to repair the hospital, and they are often made careless of money. Still, it's a common thing for someone else to suddenly disappear from a flower town."

Similar attention was received from others.

Still, Dolino takes her word for it.

I sat side by side in the chair in front of the table and closed the inner pocket of my jacket.

This is a donation to Fabiola-chan's ambulance hospital.

It's okay, Dolino-san?

Fabiola's blue eyes rounded off the gold offered.

With this gold coin, I might have been able to see you again this month.

I was thinking of inviting you to a restaurant on the pretext of meeting outside the museum if possible.

I and Fabiola are customers and clerks.

A beautiful flower street princess who would be a knight of the Imperial Castle but also a commoner and nobleman.

Like Volff and Darya, it wasn't a cheerful relationship.

I'm prepared to give you advice.

But it's a different matter of whether or not you give up.

Stupid, no need to be fooled.

But there's nothing I can do about it - I like this guy.

"That hospital is like Fabiola-chan's parents' home, right?" If that's the case, I'd like to support you. "

Thank you, Dolino!

Fabiola laughs like a flower.

Just seeing it in front of me made me think that Dolino was happy.

A knock echoes as I try to continue my conversation.

Fabiola came out and put a wagon with liquor and food in the room.

Dolino quickly stands up, pulls the wagon, and helps with the meal.

Fabiola then sits next to her and adds a red ale to her glass.

Dolino also poured a glass into her and toast to her daily good luck.

The main dish is a broiled salmon that is said to like Fabiola and served with lemon butter sauce.

The seafood and seasonal vegetables are fried, and the tomato pasta is very colourful.

Somewhere common, it may even be a match for Dolinos.

"Ah....."

I was eating while talking and the lemon butter sauce jumped.

When I tried to wipe my sleeve, I pulled out my pocket handkerchief.

But I don't want to get it dirty.

I was in a hurry to use the table napkin, and Fabiola wiped my sleeve when I noticed it.

You held my handkerchief, didn't you?

I'm a little embarrassed when she keeps grabbing my sleeve.

But I'm not supposed to be a kid to hide it here.

I'm not sure I can make a smile.

That's right, I got it from my beloved, so I keep it on my skin

Fabiola, who laughed at her, suddenly remembered Darya.

After the launch of the Armored Crab (Armored Club) expedition, everyone sympathized with the embroidery of a handkerchief from a woman in the flower street. She was the only one who told me that.

Maybe you gave it to me properly, didn't you?

I couldn't answer the small murmur, but that was my wish.

"Dolino-san, do you want to sew another one so you can use it?" Now put your name on the light blue handkerchief. "

"I'd be happy if you could sew it for me." If possible, in the name of Fabiola-chan. "

She opened her eyes a little, but she immediately agreed.

I think my treasure will increase soon.

Is it better to only have a name or a full name?

"I'd prefer a full name. Speaking of which, I've never heard of it..."

Ask in disarray to avoid being turned down as a persistent guest.

"Fabiola Griev, who was a cook, was adopted on paper. If the work guarantor is an ambulance hospital, it may be treated lightly."

"Is that what this is about...... Fabiola-chan's name too?"

"My name is Doctor, and I'm the director of the hospital." It's a person with a deep attachment to naming... Stefaña and Jestilis are very elaborate. I'm an easy person to wish for. "

It is quite an aristocratic naming.

But more than that, there was something that bothered me.

What do you want me to do?

"Fabio and Fabiola are often named after Ordine." This name is often given to small children so that they can grow up strong. "

"That's the first time you've heard of it."

"The dean told me. When the Ordine Kingdom was founded, there was a secretary of state named" Fabio Morteade ", and he was the longest-lived over a hundred years old when the country was founded. That's why when you're very small or weak at birth, you name it" Fabio "or" Fabiola "and pray that it grows big and strong."

Fabiola-chan, were you small when you were born?

"Maybe... I kept it to myself at the store, but when I was a child, I didn't get much to eat at home and it was very small." The neighbors let the guard know and let me go to the hospital - I don't remember the name, so the dean gave me the name "Fabiola" so that I could grow up strong and strong. "

Fabiola told a bitter story.

Your prone eyes are too deep blue - you don't know what to say.

When she noticed her gaze, she smiled in a panic.

It's okay. I ate it properly at the hospital, and I'm happy that I can still eat as much as I like every day.

The standard of happiness is too low.

He wants to make himself really happy anyway - he seems to be getting drunk fast today.

"Um, how's the house now?" If you have any problems, please let me know. "

"Thank you for your concern. But there's no one there anymore. While I was in the ambulance, my father and mother died of the flu."

"I see..."

"I'm sorry I told you this. It's not easy to heal customers, but to complain to Dolino-san."

"--Thank you very much, Miss Fabiola."

When Dolino adjusted her tone, she burst out like a child.

I met Fabiola the year Dolino joined the Knights of the Royal Castle.

When downtown Dolino decided to join the Knights of the Royal Castle, the family gathered relatives and neighbors to celebrate.

The dining room of the house, which was not that large, was packed, and Dolino was being pulled around.

"The Knights of the Royal Castle are amazing!" Well done! "

He laughed back at his uncle, who laughed as he slapped his back, and he was checking the rest of the wine on the table.

There, an old man from the neighborhood with a lot of booze came with a red face.

"I knew it, Dolino. I thought you were the only one with a different color."

"How's it going?

I returned it in a questionable tone, but I knew what it meant.

My brother and I have blue hair. It's not as dark as I am.

And I'm the only one with that amount of magic power and body strengthening.

My family had water magic or physical strengthening with weak magic power, but there was no ice magic.

Dolino thought of himself as a 'return of the ancestors'.

Because there are theories that if ancestors have strong magic, they may resemble each other across generations.

Still, it's been said behind the scenes.

Before Dolino was born, her mother had gone to her parents' house outside the capital many times to take care of her grandmother.

After that, Dolino was born with different hair colors and high magic power.

Jealousy and jealousy spread rumors of no roots and no leaves.

"After all, it's magic power. It's because of your real father, isn't it?"

Oh, it's depressing.

I want to strengthen my body and rip off one of my arms, but I don't want to shake my life because of this idiot.

Dolino clenched his fists as he put the dishes from the table in front of the man on the chairs one after the other.

"Now that I'm part of the Knights of the Royal Castle, if I'm told such a bad joke again, I'll do this to the other party."

Dolino smiled and broke the table in four.

From that day on, there was no one who disobeyed her mother in the presence of Dolino.

The celebration ended with a return to the original atmosphere, but I began to think about it.

My mother has the personality to say it back, but it must still be troublesome.

My father is silent, and he doesn't yell at my mother.

The drunkard has an arm that grabs his head and throws him out, so if he goes over his head, his hand will come out first.

At that time, what I heard in the Imperial Castle was that there was a way for the nobles to tell or write and prove the truth only by contract magic.

When I heard that there was not only a business relationship, but also witness proof and proof of infidelity, I thought that was it.

After saving a few months' salary, Dolino had a senior knight write him a letter of introduction to the temple.

When I told my mother that there was a "true and false judgment" of the temple, I was most concerned about the amount.

Dolino lied that it could be cheap because of the squad, but I think it was broken.

My father was with me on the day of the authenticity test.

In the temple, a silver-collar guru cast magic on her mother, who denied her infidelity on the spot, and then answered that Dolino was not adopted.

Another guru made me a parchment document that seemed expensive.

The time it took was about two laps around the training ground of the Monster Crusade.

It is a secret that I was impressed that the temple was more profitable than the dining room.

When the three of them came to the stable of the temple, Dolino thought it was sunny.

The next time you say something loud, you can totally deny it.

If you deny the proof of the temple, you will not only lose access to the temple, but you will also be scared of many things even if you damage the honor of the temple.

"My dad and my mom, next time you say something stupid, you can pull it off."

"No, Dolino, this jar doesn't look expensive in leather."

I received a very motherly compliment.

As the two of them laughed at each other, my father nervously moved his lips.

"... I've been worried..."

Squeezing the sound, Dolino repeated the sound of breaking inside.

Either you didn't believe my mother, or you didn't think I was your son - but you couldn't tell me anything about my mother's smile.

Since I have an appointment with a friend, I smiled and broke up with the couple in the stable of the temple.

The blue sky looked cloudy.

I don't want to see anyone I know.

I entered the flower town for the first time in my life, trying to forget it by drinking in the most beautiful places.

Then, I remembered the mansion of the night, as Senpai had said, and pointed my legs.

Of the few who were present, I wished for the first blonde who smiled at me.

That's Fabiola.

No matter what I said here, I didn't leak it to anyone, and above all, I was relieved.

Dolino told her what had happened as he poured the wine in like water.

I was born in downtown, but I entered the high school with magic power and joined the monster crusade of the Royal Castle Knights.

The fact that my mother was suspected of being unfaithful and brought to her head, and that she made a true and false appraisal in the temple--

The dressed-up story one day turned into a foolish whine and finally turned into a mourning.

Fabiola, who was listening next to me, occasionally nodded and poured wine into her glass.

Soon it turned into water, and Dolino returned to me.

Towards the younger woman, I feel like a young wasted child.

Even as I was embarrassed, I raised my face, and my beautiful blue eyes were staring at me.

You've worked so hard, Mr. Dolino.

Poor or terrible, she told me that she had done her best.

Oh, well done.

I tried since I was a child.

If you go to high school, you may be convinced that it's an ancestral return once in a while.

If you join the Knights of the Imperial Castle, you may know that it was due to your efforts.

If you don't say anything, while you're in the same family as your father, mother, and brothers, you won't freeze with just one ice magic ─ ─

As a result of that thought, I became aware of the unmelting ice.

"Dolino-san really did his best..."

I wrapped my cold cheek with warm fingers and was drawn to it.

That evening, Dolino cried thoughtfully in Fabiola's chest.

I don't have to count how many times I've come to this room since then.

At first, I often complained about the strength of my training and the persistence of the monsters of the Crusade, but now I have more fun talking about it.

Outside the capital, she listens with her eyes shining as she talks about the flowers of the meadow, the cleanliness of the wheat field on one side, and the cushion squirrel on the other.

Time and purses allowed me to come here, but I was often interrupted by a sudden monster crusade.

I hope the next appointment doesn't overlap with the arrival of the monsters-thinking so, Dolino stands up to go home.

There, Fabiola brought a black cloth bag.

"Yes, this is the spring-summer sewing back. I'm sorry, I only have two stitches yet..."

No, thanks for both!

Inside the bag is a dark grey undershirt. A golden thread that looks like blonde hair on its back.

The sewn-up letter is Fabiola's name.

As I was told by my senior officers, it's probably the embroiderer who stabbed me when I was ready to sell - but I still have all the meaning I can get from her.

"Fabiola is really good at embroidery." If I wear this, I feel like I can win a series of battles against monsters. "

"I would be very happy if you could say that." I'll sew it up again by the next time. With a handkerchief. "

The smile on my face is indescribably beautiful.

It is unlikely that a human being would realize that he is dreaming and that it is a dream.

If you wake up from a dream, you will often forget the dream itself.

I know Dolino.

I'm in a half-dream now.

Even if I wake up one day, I'll never forget it--a sweet dream like that.